All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Amber.The room fell into a heavy silence that stretched long enough to feel like a chasm opening under our feet.Zameera’s innocent question hung there.It was innocent and explosive.Like a spark tossed into dry grass.To Julie, something massive had just shattered.Her face crumpled under the weight of it, eyes widening in disbelief, her mouth twisting into a grimace that made her look years older in an instant.Then came the sound of Misha’s footsteps, soft at first but echoing louder than they should have in the tense quiet as she crossed the room.“What’s going on here?” she asked, her gaze darting between me, Zeden, and the ring on my finger like she was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t make sense.Julie’s eyes followed the same path, sharp and accusing.“Brother… what’s happening?” Misha added, her words tumbling out faster now.Before Zeden could respond, his face was set in that cold, indifferent mask like no one else in the room even existed.But I cut in quick

Amber. Irina walked further into the sitting room, pushing the old lady’s wheelchair with a slow, deliberate pace that made every wheel turn feel like a statement.Who was she? Who had Irina dragged into this house? And why was Irina even here, stepping back into a space she’s not wanted?At first the old woman’s face stayed twisted to the side. Like she was locked in some distant, unresponsive state. Then suddenly she straightened—her spine pulling upright, gaze sharpening as she looked straight ahead.“So why is no one coming to greet me?” she asked, her voice carrying clear and dry across the sudden hush.Zeden’s expression cracked open—genuine shock, the kind I had never seen on him before. His mouth parted, then closed again.“Have I suddenly become a stranger in this house?” the old woman added, a faint edge of hurt beneath the sarcasm.“Babushka,” Zeden breathed. The Russian word for grandmother slipped out soft and reverent. He crossed the room in three long strides,

Amber.Zameera’s face stayed tilted up toward us.Her sleepy eyes wide and searching, trying to piece together whatever invisible wrong she’d stumbled into.Curiosity flickered there, bright, innocent, the kind that never quite dims in children no matter how late the hour.She rubbed one eye with her fist, her small mouth parted like she was waiting for the grown-ups to explain the rules she’d accidentally broken.I knew that look.Knew it was right for her to be curious; she was old enough to notice when the world shifted under her feet but still young enough to believe adults would always make sense of it.And here I was, stupid, selfish, so wrapped up in my own hunger that I’d forgotten the simplest thing.I’d been on my knees.My mouth full of Zeden’s cock while he murmured into a phone.Chasing the high of being his filthy little secret when I should have been down the hall tucking her in.Guilt hit me like cold water, sharp, immediate, shameful.I’d let my body override everyt

Amber.The air in the dining room had turned thick and suffocating.Every muscle in Zeden’s body quivered beneath that long black shirt.Rage rolling off him in waves so violent even the maids had frozen in shadowed corners, pretending to dust or fold linens while they listened to every word.He vibrated with it.My single, stupid lie had cracked something fundamental inside him.And now the pieces were cutting us both.“Zeden…” My voice barely carried. I stepped closer anyway, my fingers trembling as I reached for his hand.The instant our skin touched, his heat scorched me.“We can talk upstairs,” I whispered, the other hand gesturing shakily toward the staircase. “Please. Not here. Not in front of them.”Tears spilled over.I swiped at them with the back of my wrist while still clinging to him.“I’ll take whatever punishment you want. Starve me for days. Make me sleep on the floor. Anything. Just… let’s go to our room.”He waited until the last word left my lips.Then he ripped his

Zeden.“What the hell have you done, Irina!” My roar filled the car, drowning out the rain hammering the roof.My eyes kept flicking to the phone screen in Rukov’s hand, locked on that streak of red matted in her blonde hair.Every pulse of it felt like fresh bullets tearing through my chest.“I told you I’d make sure she suffers.” Her voice came through silky, almost sweet, like she was sharing a secret. “I’m doing exactly what I promised, Zeden. You should be applauding me right now.”“I knew you were twisted. A fucking psychopath with a grudge. But I didn’t realize you’d lost every last shred of sanity.” My knuckles whitened on the wheel. “What did you give her? What the fuck did you pump into her to knock her out like that?”“Oh, just a little something to take the edge off.” She laughed softly. “God, she fought so hard, clawing, kicking, screaming your name like it would save her. Cute, really. But she didn’t know I’ve been training for this longer than she’s been breathing. D